The Yearning Poem by Lisa Ann Smallwood

green is the grass and the leaves on the trees
and the sky is oh so Blue
all the while sitting here why I think of you

eight legged spider and and a tangled web
the moth fights to break free
sitting here wondering as I watch
do you ever think of me

birds and their wings
flight with their feathers
now I set you free

sore mighty eagle
and see the world
when your done come looking for me

nocturnal musicians
the crickets they play
and of you still i dream

hear trickles of water
from back in the woods
that runs swiftly in the stream

while Here I still wait
as the night meets the day
and the sunset peeks thru the trees

does the moth escape
the water stop running
will the crickets sing tomorrow

and the grass is still green and the bird on its journey
the world has not stopped turning
no more than setting you free
makes my heart stop the yearning.